Hey…

It’s been more than a month. I think I really am falling in love with you. Your smile, your funny comments, the way you care for me.

And yet the reserve is still there. Even at this very moment my eyes well up, scared that perhaps… it’s all too good to be true, or that one day this happiness might abruptly end. I’m so afraid that my heart is going to break once again.

I’m just destroying myself inside with my own insecurities. I know I should talk to you about it — let things out into the open — let you know how I feel. I know that’s how you like things to be. But I’m so insecure that I can’t even do that.

I can only write here. To myself. Because I’m stupid and I can’t let my feelings show. How come I can’t stop falling?

Love,
Me.